I said goodbye to you,
in a time of dark forgetting,
on a deep, tea-drenched day.
It was a place for endings,
for halting in the mind
all memories, all knowing,
of who you were
and I, who hardly knew
who I had been, or even was,
so rubbed and faded
by the moments we had made,
so blurred by brightness,
cruel and unexpected.
I said goodbye to you,
and knew myself forgetting,
on a deep, tea-drenched day.
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in a time of dark forgetting,
on a deep, tea-drenched day.
It was a place for endings,
for halting in the mind
all memories, all knowing,
of who you were
and I, who hardly knew
who I had been, or even was,
so rubbed and faded
by the moments we had made,
so blurred by brightness,
cruel and unexpected.
I said goodbye to you,
and knew myself forgetting,
on a deep, tea-drenched day.
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